Today was not bad.  It was a fibro day, but I was determined not to let it control me today, and I won. Huzzah to me!  Well, it wasn't ALL me, I let God handle what I couldlet go of.  I got to satisfy my obsessive/compulsive side and cleaned my house, townhouse, 3 levels, and a ferret luxury highrise cage for 5.  Now I feel really relaxed.  I hate it when my house isn't the way I keep it when there's no one home but me.

   Triston, my grandson, 10 yrs. old, 1 of 4 boys, the oldest, called me today.  I love them all, but Triston is my heart.  He is in a place for children with emotional disabilities, temporarily, but he is in such good spirits for one so young and have gone through so much.

We finally were able to lose Karen.  I know there are hard feelings, I hope they won't turn into hostility on her part, and she starts something.  We're better than that, or anything that she were to say, and anyone who would hear it would know better, so it won't be us that looks stupid.

I know I have to take this one day at a time, but I can't help but worry about tomorrow.  This is my really big thing, I just can't accept this.  I still want my life back.  It doesn't even have to be the same.  In fact, I've learned alot myself since I've become sick.

   Now that I think about it, I have found skills that I didn't even know I had.  I am a great marketer, and apparently, as I've told, I can sing.  I found a goal, a dream, that I wanted to pursue, and now that I couldn't work, I had the time to do that.  So, out of that came the unique company, Pirates for Sail, that I now own.  So, I guess being sick isn't ALL bad....